It's Still Life

Last Thing I’d Expect

she says

last Sunday
she woke with a rash.

five days later
the rash goes
top to toe.

all gone now —

had a jab of something
with a long name.

Giles has moved back home

with his wife,
and their dog.

I comment on the car
parked
in front of her house.

she nods.
that’s his.

did I mention, she says,

that I found
a fox’s head

in the potted hydrangea?

no, I would’ve remembered that,
I say.

Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: Last (blank)

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